His eyes narrowed, intensifying the fire burning in them. She thought he was going to speak again, possibly be the one to exercise some good sense in this situation, because she certainly wasn’t capable of that in this moment. Instead, he took longsteps out of the room, walking through an opened door that led to one of the largest hotel bedrooms she’d ever seen. This suite really was made for a king.
He kicked the door closed, and the next thing she knew, she was standing—well, barely standing, considering how her legs felt like limp noodles suddenly—on the prettiest pair of strappy platform heels she owned.
He yanked off his tie and jacket and began undoing the diamond cuff links at his wrist. She thought he’d walk away and put them in a secure place. She was wrong. He pulled them off and discarded them on the foot bench like they were knockoffs being sold by a street vendor in Brooklyn.
His shirt was gone next, and when his smooth, tanned skin came into view, without thought she stepped closer to him, touching his skin reverently.
“It really should be illegal for you to be this fine and feel this good at the same time.”
“Flattery will get you everything you want, Ms. Devereaux. But first, I need a bit of what I want.”
His large hands covered her shoulders and turned her away from him.
Slowly, painfully so, his fingers found her zipper. He was so exacting and punishing with his slowness, she was convinced she could feel every tooth of her zipper release until it reached its end in the middle of her back.
As deliberate as he was with unzipping her dress, he was as driven to shove it down her body and expose her to him.
The hunger in his gaze was palpable. She could feel it sweep across her sensitive flesh as if he’d reached out and touched her. He was damn near salivating, which was another plus in the tally she was keeping on him. He was powerful, yet not afraid to show vulnerability, and by the way he was sizing her up and walking her backward to his bed, he liked thick girls too.
Okay, Mr. King!
Regina and her twin had always been plus-sized. A fact they were both fine with. They loved their bodies and killed it at the fashion game, proving repeatedly that fluffy was indeed fabulous.
Just because Regina loved her body and knew she was everything a man could want or desire, it didn’t mean she hadn’t run into men who didn’t see her value. She didn’t waste time, effort, or thought on those men.
If the king had shown anything but uncontrollable desire when he’d taken off her clothes, she would’ve walked out of this room in her bra, panties and heels while telling him to kiss her round ass as she left.
Fortunately for them both, Aléxandros seemed enthralled and utterly captivated by her curves.
As soon as she was spread out against the expensive linens, Aléxandros lost whatever restraint he had. He was out of his pants and silk boxers in what seemed like an instant, proudly displaying the length and girth of what by anyone’s standards was an impressive erection.
She leaned up to grab for it, and he pushed her greedy hand away.
“Soon, but not yet. You can’t present such a fine selection to a man and not expect him to feast.”
That was the only warning she had before he kissed his way down her body, stopping to pull the cups of her strapless bra down to take one and then the other pert nipple in his mouth.
He hovered over her soft stomach, allowing his hands and lips to worship her there too. And then he finally, with the deliberate patience of a man intending to savor his meal, removed her lace panties, taking a moment to inhale her essence as if it was the most wonderful thing he’d ever encountered.
The first stroke of his fingers against the delicate flesh of her mound made her tremble to her core. Why was the feel of him against her flesh so familiar, as if her body had prior experience with this king?
He opened her to him, gathering her waiting arousal and spreading it over the tender flesh with his gentle touch. Pleasure uncoiled at her core, drawing a needy moan from her.
“Yes,” he moaned in reply as he slipped one and then two digits inside her. “I want to hear you moan pretty for me. Just like that.”
His words drew another deep moan from her, and she had to wonder how he could sound so proper and filthy at the same time. To be clear, she wasn’t complaining about it. She just never thought the two would seamlessly blend so well.
The flick of his tongue against her swollen nub suppressed the air in her lungs while rendering her completely under his spell.
His coordinated assault with his mouth and his fingers had her hips bucking as she tried to get closer yet pull away from the unimaginable pleasure he gave to her.
He placed a firm hand across her waist, keeping her right where he wanted her.
“No, running, Treasure. Not until I get to feel you break apart on my tongue.”
“For a king,” she choked out through the waves of pleasure crashing over her, “your mouth is so damn nasty.”
She could feel his smile burgeon against her mound, and she couldn’t decide if it was disturbing or damn sexy that he was literally smiling against her clit.
